There are those days in which you wonder why I am here. Why I wonder I'm doing everything that I'm doing. Or not doing. Days that I don't understand if I have the talent for this degree. And every professor has made me feel quite undeserving of it. Perhaps not by forceful means but with my own judgement alone. I have allowed myself to fashion a monster out of everyone. And here I sit, contemplating how I can go on. When there is so much to be done, and I do not think my fingers possess the talent or the intelligence to get it done. But I must try.
These days, I must try.
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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